It's a bit convoluted but here goes. First game ever went to was at highfield road, cov v man ure, early 70's. i was about 8. I think the macs won 3-2. Anyway at half time my dad was announced over the tannoy, turned out my grandad had had a heart attack ( he died the next day). My nans maiden name was Aston, and she came from Perry Barr. A few days after his funeral she got out some old photos of my grandad and amongst them were photos of them both outside VP during their courting days. I started asking her about it, she started telling me about her brother who used to go to the match all the time. I was fascinated. After much nagging over many months my dad agreed to take me to VP. Didn't know it at the time but this would be the 3rd Div Championship season. Against Bristol Rovers, a 2-1 win, standing on a milk crate (oh yes) at the front of the Holte. The crowd, the noise, the win. It was as simple as that for me. 40+ years on, it still gives me a buzz. So nan and grandad it's all down to you. God bless you both